Chapter 205: The song of the mermaid
One night, it was done.
A knock on the door sounded outside, followed by Kasha's voice, "Master, it's time to wake up."
Charlotte stretched and gathered the dozen or so drawings on the table, while dozens of crumpled pieces of paper were left on the floor.
Fortunately, with the improvement of his abilities, his speed and focus made a qualitative leap. He completed more than a dozen drawings in one night.
If it were in the past, he wouldn't even dare to think about it.
Half of it needed to be handed over to the construction team, while the other half had to be handed over to Guy.
He needed to customize a batch of equipment, including two large-scale pharmaceutical furnaces.
A night of mental labor, even though he drank five bottles of Powerful Potion last night, Charlotte still felt a bit dizzy and throbbing in his head.
It seems like he'll have to drink another bottle soon.
Charlotte opened the door.
Kasha, dressed in a maid outfit, stood at the door, holding a tray with a glass of water.
"Master, you look exhausted. Did you work late last night?" Kasha looked at the tired-looking Charlotte, her eyes filled with concern and compassion.
"Yes, just finished the drawings and didn't have time to sleep." Charlotte took the glass of water.
It was lukewarm and just right.
The young maid was indeed considerate.
"That's why I'm giving you a head massage. When I couldn't sleep well as a child, my mother would massage my head," Kasha said.
"Oh, you can give massages too? I have to try it," Charlotte said, surprised.
He nodded and prepared to enjoy the unique massage technique from the merfolk.
"Lie on my tail, it might be more comfortable that way," Kasha sat at the edge of the bed and told Charlotte, who was ready to lie down.
"My head feels a bit heavy," Charlotte said with a smile as he gently rested his head on Kasha's tail and lay down on the bed.
Kasha's tail was quite soft, even lying on it through the dress felt comfortable, though a little cool.
It would be very refreshing to rest on it during the summer.
Of course, Kasha's body temperature itself was cold, being a mermaid.
If one were to embrace her and sleep during the summer, it would surely be very cool and refreshing.
Charlotte closed his eyes. He didn't feel physically exhausted, as the effects of the Grade Five Stamina Potion hadn't worn off yet.
We are currently recruiting the following personnel: One skilled firemaker; one physically strong laborer; one dexterous female worker for packaging;
one laborer with both strength and attention to detail for material handling;
one apothecary (no experience necessary, training available);
one meticulous warehouse keeper.
Accommodation is available, kitchen provided.
Competitive remuneration, specific details negotiable."
The patients waiting in line at the entrance immediately noticed the recruitment notice.
Many of them showed great interest.
Finding a job in the Abyss was not easy, especially with winter approaching.
Adventurers and mercenaries would not be able to enter the wilderness during that time, and it would be even harder for ordinary residents to make a living.
Moreover, this job offered stable wages and accommodation.
"Jacob, look, the doctor is recruiting a skilled firemaker. You've been working in the kitchen for thirty years and are excellent at making fires. You should give it a try," a woman in the queue, holding a child, tugged at the clothes of the man beside her and whispered.
The man called Jacob was tall, in his forties. He had thick eyebrows and eyes, but his head was slightly bald.
His complexion was pale, not very handsome, and he used a makeshift wooden cane as a crutch, with his left leg hanging limply, fixed with a thin wooden stick.
His lips were cracked, and he looked up at the notice on the door, giving a somewhat self-deprecating smile.
"I'm just a useless person with a broken leg now. How could the doctor be interested in me?"
The woman, Nora, dressed in coarse cloth clothing, looked to be in her thirties.
She had a somewhat delicate appearance, with a pair of pointed ears peeking out from under her light-yellow hair.
She clutched her sleeping young boy, who appeared to be around four or five years old, resembling his mother with his delicate features and cute pointed ears.
Looking at Jacob, Nora shook her head and said, "Who said that? The chefs in the kitchen all prefer your fire-making skills.
If it weren't for that heartless owner deliberately framing you and causing your leg to be broken, and then kicking us out of Calva, how could you have ended up like this?"
Upon hearing Nora's words, a tinge of guilt flashed in Jacob's eyes.
He reached out and gently patted Nora's hand, speaking with determination in a soft voice, "Nora, I'll go give it a try.
Even if the doctor doesn't want me, as long as I can heal my leg, I'll be able to find work again soon, and you and Carl can continue to live here."
A smile appeared on Nora's face, and she nodded. "Yes, I believe in you."
She looked up at the recruitment notice again and whispered, "I wonder if I can apply for the position of packaging worker..."